I am approaching the third anniversary of my coaching, training and consulting business after twenty plus years in corporate America. As I’ve reflected upon my successes and growth opportunities (I no longer see them as failures) during my long career and shorter business, I realized that a new paradigm has arisen in the marketplace and conversation.

In the years that I have been a seeker and teacher of personal growth, I like many others, have searched for the “magic bullet”, the newest formula, the ultimate solution to help me set and manifest my goals and to stop self-sabotaging behaviors and limiting beliefs that stop me from achieving those goals.

Because of my 40th birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about this milestone and also reflecting on age in general. 40 seems like a pretty big and important number, although it doesn’t feel how I thought it would feel. When I was younger, 40 seemed pretty old to me. Now that I’m here, my perspective has changed quite a bit.

I went to the grocery store a few weeks ago. I needed a package of Almond Joy pieces and some celery. (Don’t judge.)

I had taken one of those little mini carts, just in case I got a hankering in the chocolate aisle, and upon returning it, goods in hand, I was met by a lovely woman unloading her groceries from her own itty bitty cart so she could carry them to her car. As I approached her, she looked down and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

This is the tale of two women and four breasts on a journey in Italy seeking something bigger than cup size. At each stop along the way, first in Rome and then in Tuscany, we'd peek into Italian lingerie shops and pose the same question. “Do you carry bras for fuller figured women?”

American woman are larger compared to Europeans. My friend and I are both taller and bigger by any standards, and if you’re someone with larger breasts (D and E cup) you know how frustrating it can be to: